Okay, this is just something that I just thought up and furiously began writing down... and it actually ended up longer than I'd originally anticipated. Lol. This story just got out of control... You know how that can happen sometimes? So, it may be split up into two parts. So, if I do that... I apologize in advance. Lol. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything... seriously... I really don't.

Pam furiously stormed out of the office, her hand clenched in a harsh fist, as she practically shook with violent rage, with Roy following close behind her. She was so pissed about what had just happened, about Roy trying to attack Jim. He'd embarrassed Jim, he'd embarrassed her, and he'd threatened Jim. Pam gritted her teeth, suddenly unable to contain her anger any longer, and then viciously jerked around, landing a strong and stinging slap onto Roy's face. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Pam yelled.

Roy took a step back, taken by surprise at the side of Pam he'd never seen before, the side that he couldn't be-little or control with her insecurities. "He was trying to fucking cop a feel."

Pam seethed at not only the insinuation that Jim deserved to be attacked, or even almost attacked, but also that he was a pervert. "The Hell he was! And even if, you have no right to do that."

Pam went to turn away from Roy, but he, now regaining his footing, stopped her by harshly grabbing her by the arm and JERKING her back to him, yelling, almost in her ear, "You're MINE! You're MY fiance!"

Even though Pam had never been a fan of being 'handled' like this by Roy, she knew that it was the idea that he'd tried to 'handle' Jim like that that ignited her rage, and prompted her swift response of kicking Roy square in the balls.

Roy's hands immediately clutched at his jewels, as he dropped to his knees, and then fell, back first, onto the floor, pulling a muscle in his back, causing him to not be able to move.

Pam then coldly, and maybe with some slight smugness and pleasure at Roy's pain, said, "Not anymore." And with that she pulled off her engagement ring, threw it at Roy's face, hitting him in the eye, and then spat on him for good measure, just before walking back through the door into the office, almost immediately running into Jim. "Jim. Hey."

"Hi." Jim had heard some kind of commotion, and was about to check on Pam to make sure if she was okay. He honestly would've killed Roy, if she hadn't been. And that WASN'T an exaggeration. Pam seemed fine though, but, still, he had to ask, just to make sure, "Are you okay? I heard yelling."

Pam exhaled a deep breath she didn't know she was holding when she said, "Fine. Better than ever, actually." And that was the God's honest truth. She'd enjoyed punishing Roy at Jim's defense. It had given her a simple complete and whole feeling that she only ever got when she was with Jim, but that feeling would disipate, as soon as she left work... left Jim every day, and this feeling was staying, she could feel it become apart of her, some sense of strength, and confidence that made her feel... real... as real as she felt when she was with Jim. She knew that she loved Jim. So, the fact of what that 'real' feeling meant had never been lost on her. It was hard for her to not realize. In truth, she'd known it, since she'd known him. But, he'd always seemed so unattainable to her, so out of reach that Jim himself felt almost unreal. He was always so warm and compassionate to anybody, everybody, who needed it... it was beautiful, he was beautiful, and that had never seemed like it was something she could have. Jim always did everything for everybody, and she was happy that she could that for him... more than happy actually. Pam couldn't help but smile widely at Jim, which only caused Jim to smile just as widely back to her.

Pam quickly snapped out of herself and jumped right into attentive mode, asking, "Are you-are you okay?" then reaching up, and caringly placing her hand on Jim's arm, almost catching, not only Jim, but herself, off guard.

"Uh, yeah, I am." Jim's breath caught at the feel of Pam's touch, quickly noticing a VERY signifigant difference on her hand. It was gone. Her engagement ring was gone.

Next chapter is the end... I promise.

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